I Became The Pope, Now What?

The heist was done, the wealth was taken, and a woman was left in the heat. Sylvester didn't want to waste a single more second in that solar after she tried to pull him. He simply looked out the window, said it was getting late in the evening as he had work to do, and left.      

Miraj just jumped onto his shoulder, while Felix acted like a dead puppet and got pulled away by Sylvester. With that, Duchess Artemis was left unsatisfied and quite literally—scammed.      

Bam!     

The door shut behind them, and they rushed towards the castle's exit. Felix, however, came back to his senses just then.      

"What in the holy Solis' name was that, Max? Good lord!"      

Of course, Sylvester was not happy with what he did. He felt disgusted with himself, but this was something taught to him at his job in his previous life. Honey trapping and taking advantage was an art as old as civilisation itself. "Felix, please forget what you saw. I had no choice and no interest in that witch."